Her other hand moved to the front of her son’s pants, her palm resting upon his cock. His prick we swelling into hardness, she felt. Pressing lightl...y against his cock, she made her son moan softly.Eagerly now, she opened his pants and pulled his cock from the gaping fly. Stroking her hot fist up and down, she watched the piss hole, seeing his seeping fuck juices bubble up. Taking her son’s hand, she slipped it under her skirt and between her hot, satiny thighs, curling his fingers into her. Paula glanced up quickly at the waiter, who apparently had trained under the British Royal Marines because he showed not a bit of reaction, unlike all the other employees she had seen, spoken to, and displayed herself to this evening."Now then, Tomaso," Kevin said, returning to his own chair, pulling it up to the table and laying his hand on Paula's. "Tell us what Italian delicacies we are to be regaled with, sir!"Pulling the steam cart around, Tomaso opened it and removed a tray covered with. Everyone was still sitting at the dining room table. It didn't look very lively. In fact, it looked downright dead. Wanda saw us with the chicken, let out a wail and took off again, heading upstairs.Jill put the bag on the table and walked over to her father, putting her arm on his shoulder."Daddy..." Please, Jill. Please. Not now."He got up and went up the stairs after Wanda.Jill looked as if she'd lost her best friend. She pulled out her chair and sat down, looking at her hands clasped. ..............................................................."What time are they getting here?" Clare asked I got home."8." Ok you go and get changed everything is under control," she called fromthe kitchen.Last night had been the first dinner party in truth I had enjoyed itLinda and Ken had put on a good night; the food was good and Emma wasgood company. Ken had been his usual sort of control freak self and a bitcondescending to Linda but on the whole, it went well let's hope ournight.